Darkness.Endless.Heavy.Armstrong felt like he was sinking through an ocean without bottom or surface, his consciousness drifting between fragments of pain and distant roaring voices.The last thing he remembered was the Crimson Emperor’s hand descending toward him.Then,The abyss.The giant black-gold hand.And those burning ancient eyes staring at him from the darkness below.His eyelids twitched painfully.A sharp ache exploded through his skull the moment awareness returned.“…gh…”Armstrong slowly opened his eyes.For several seconds, he could not understand what he was looking at.The sky was wrong.It was not blue.Not black.It looked shattered.Massive cracks stretched endlessly across a dark crimson heaven like broken glass, while rivers of golden light flowed slowly between the fractures. Ancient storms drifted silently overhead, releasing flashes of black lightning that moved unnaturally slow, as though time itself had become exhausted in this place.Armstrong frowned w

The battlefield behind Armstrong had become a mountain of corpses.Titan beasts the size of hills lay scattered across the wasteland, their bodies pierced, shattered, burned, or ripped apart by overwhelming force. Rivers of black blood flowed between cracked earth while fragments of bones towered like ruined monuments of war.The sky itself seemed dimmer.At the center of the devastation stood Armstrong.No…“Stood” was too generous.He was barely alive.His divine armor had been broken in several places, exposing flesh covered in wounds deep enough to reveal bone. His breathing was ragged and uneven. Every step caused blood to drip onto the ground.The battle against the dead titan creatures had pushed him beyond his limits.Again and again, he had fought.Again and again, he had fallen.No matter how many monsters he destroyed, more continued crawling out from the darkness of the outer layer. Ancient dragon corpses.Giant demonic apes. Primordial war beasts whose names had disappe

The first floor of the sacred mansion trembled endlessly.Rivers of chaotic energy spiraled through the massive hall while ancient symbols floated around Armstrong like living stars.He sat cross-legged before the black monument, his body shaking violently.Every inch of his flesh burned with flames of chaos.The Primordial Chaos Sovereign Body Scripture continuously circulated inside him, forcing primordial energy through his muscles, bones, veins, and organs. Through his very own existence.It felt like molten lava flowing through his body.The ancient voice echoed once more.“Successor… your body has only begun adapting to the scripture. You have to bear through it to the end.”Armstrong gritted his teeth. Sweat poured down his face.“If this is only the beginning…” he muttered painfully, “then this cultivation technique is insane. Do I really have to go through this hellish training to temper my skin?”The black monument glowed.“Ordinary cultivators refine spiritual energy. You a

CRACK.The sound split through the silence like a blade.Armstrong didn't move. He stood completely still, eyes locked onto the massive black egg resting at the center of the sacred chamber. It was enormous, easily three times his height and the crimson-gold patterns crawling across its surface were glowing brighter with every passing second.Not dimming.Intensifying.THUMP.THUMP.The pulse hit like a war drum. The entire chamber vibrated beneath his feet. The ancient weapons lining the walls, blades, spears, and relics from civilizations that no longer had names rattled against their mounts like they were afraid.Armstrong narrowed his eyes."That thing is alive?"The ancient voice that lived inside the sacred mansion answered without hesitation."Yes."A pause."It has merely been dormant for millions of years."Millions.Armstrong let that word sit for a moment.Another crack split across the egg's surface. This one was longer. Deeper. The crimson-gold patterns flared violent

The second floor of the sacred mansion trembled faintly.The broken crimson sword still floated above the sealed platform while strands of terrifying aura leaked from its blade.Armstrong stood motionless before it.Every instinct in his body warned him of danger.Yet beneath the danger…He felt attraction.The Primordial Chaos Sovereign bloodline inside him surged violently as though resonating with the weapon.The tiny Primordial Chaos Beast on his shoulder growled softly.Its golden eyes remained fixed on the sword cautiously.The ancient voice echoed throughout the hall.“That weapon is not complete. But even broken, it still possesses enough power to destroy modern kingdoms.”Armstrong narrowed his eyes.“What weapon is it?”The hall became silent briefly.Then the ancient voice answered.“The Heaven Breaker.”BOOM.The name itself caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly.Armstrong stared at the massive broken blade.The Heavenbreaker radiated overwhelming hatred.Not ha